I was going to have the perfect baby. He (actually in my head he was she, that should have been my first clue that I had no idea what was in store for me.) was going to contently come along with me as I lived my life. I was going to have a perfect, easy home birth and then my baby was going to latch and we were going have this blissful breastfeeding relationship. I figured there would be some rough days and maybe some challenges but we would figure it out and life would keep going as it did before I had a baby. I was never going to have to leave my baby to cry for 5 minutes while I calmed down. I was never going to loose my cool and I certainly wasn’t going to change my life. (all the moms can stop laughing now)
I was wrong. Oh boy was I wrong. I had the perfect baby but it was nothing like I thought it would be. The first 10 days were so easy. W latched and seemed to eat really well, he slept at least one 5 hour stretch each day. I was hurting pretty bad from a 4th degree tear, but I was managing. Then all of a sudden it was not good. Continue reading this powerful story on Lindsay’s original blog.